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“Couldn’t you have waited for the next one or something?”
Crammed in on a two person chairlift, you were currently shoulder to shoulder with the bane of your life - the pink haired menace that seemed to make a sport out of causing you misery. He seemed all too happy to be there - his grin stretched wide, red eyes glistening as he stared back at you with an insufferable level of smugness.
“Why would I do that? We’re here together, aren’t we?”
Technically that was true, he was a part of your large friend group, and subsequently was privy to your yearly ski breaks. However, you wouldn’t consider Sukuna to be your friend in any sense of the word.
Sworn enemy would be more apt.
It was natural for certain people not to get along in a big friend group, an inevitability even. There were others that you weren’t particularly close with, and would subsequently end up not spending much one-on-one time with.
But Sukuna was different.
Everything about him got on your nerves, and it was almost as if he was going out of his way to irritate you. No matter what was going on in your life he’d be there to witness it, to kick you down.
You fucking hated him.
He was unbelievably arrogant, the type of man who believed he was the best at everything. And the frustrating part was that he generally was the best. His grades were always perfect, he was a top performing athlete, and he was insanely popular with everyone except you.
It pissed you off to see him thrive at everything he tried. There was nothing that you wanted more than to knock him down a peg, to watch him experience feelings of disappointment and inadequacy.
That desire created a long-running rivalry between the two of you.
You’d do everything in your power to outdo him in everything, experiencing sinking defeat each time he’d outperform you without even trying. He’d grin at you shamelessly, cooing about how hard you’d tried and how cute you were while you’d seethe at his actions.
It was hard to tell if he even respected you as a rival, or if he always viewed you as painfully lesser than him, nothing more than a source of amusement.
The yearly ski trips were where your competitive side really shone through, because it was the only thing that you could even remotely compete with him at. It was the one area where you were on near equal footing of skill, and this year you were determined to show him up. Subsequently, you’d spent the day racing down black runs and trying to leave him in your powder only for him to appear right there beside you.
Always barely out of breath, bearing that insufferable grin at you.
Bastard.
Your irritation with him had built up significantly throughout the day, leaving you desperate for some time to unwind without him making you feel less-than. It had led to you sneaking away from the group in the late afternoon to go and ski by yourself, aiming to catch one of the final chairlifts up the mountain with the intention of having a nice quiet skiing session without that asshole breathing down your neck.
Unfortunately, he had a knack for ruining your plans.
You weren’t even sure how he found you - it was like he had a sixth sense when it came to your whereabouts, appearing next to you no matter what you tried. Another deeply irritating skill of his.
“So, what run are we hitting?” He asked, prodding your knee with his ski pole. Even if you didn’t hate the guy, sharing a lift with him would still be less than ideal. His advanced size meant that he was massively encroaching on your personal space.
“We’re not doing anything. You can go and do whatever the hell you want.” You mumbled, eyes cast down on the snow below, trying to pretend he didn’t exist.
“Aww don’t be like that. You’re the only one who’s fast enough for me to ski with.” He was pouting childishly. “Lets do the black run down the left hand side of the mountain.”
You rolled your eyes, frustrated because that was the run that you were planning on going down, but you didn’t want to go that way knowing that he’d be there too. You supposed you could just take one of the easier red runs down for the sake of avoiding him.
“No. I want to be alone.”
“Come on, I’m not gonna bother you.”
“Your existence bothers me.” You mumbled under your breath, attempting to shift further away from him on the chair to no avail.
Why did he have to be so damn big?
He huffed softly. “You sure spend a lot of time around me if my existence bothers you.”
“Yeah, because I need to make sure I have a front row seat to witness your eventual failure.”
He laughed aloud, the chair shaking beneath the two of you as chuckles ripped through his body. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kinda mean?”
“No. I’m only mean to you.”
“Aww, so I guess I’m special then?”
“No.” You said quickly, attempting to back-track, frustrated that you’d fallen into such an obvious pitfall. He always succeeded at putting you on the backfoot, twisting your words and meanings and making you out to be a fool.
“No? Sure seems like you care an awful lot about what happens to me. What is it that people say, there’s a thin line between love and hate?”
“Actually fuck off.” You hissed.
“Its almost like you’re obsessed with me.” He added with a shit-eating grin.
“I wish- no.” You stopped yourself, the words I wish you’d just die hanging heavy on your tongue. He was so clearly baiting you into a response, he got some kind of sick kick out of your anger and frustration towards him. It was better just to stay silent.
You just needed to sit quietly for a couple more minutes and you’d be at the top of the lift and you could be free of him. No point getting yourself all mad for no reason. You loved skiing, you loved the mountains, you were on a nice holiday and you weren’t about to let this asshole ruin it for you.
Unfortunately, the world had a way of ruining your day.
The lift juddered violently for a few seconds, slowing for a moment before coming to a halt entirely, leaving you and Sukuna stationary in the silence of the forest lining the lift on either side. You let out a sigh, hoping that it would start up again quickly, only for your hope to deteriorate as it stayed motionless for over a minute.
Twisting around in your seat, you tried to see if there were any other skiers stuck on the chairs surrounding you, only to find no one in sight. Most people had probably descended down to the bottom of the mountain by now, drinking and partying in the warm - especially with heavy snow clouds gathering towards the top of the peak.
“Fuck.” You mumbled. “I hope they haven’t forgotten about us.”
“Mmm, we’ll have to spend the night here otherwise.” Sukuna said nonchalantly. “We’ll need to use each other’s body warmth to survive and all that.”
He shifted his arm so that it was resting along the back of the seat, brushing against your back. You tried to not let that or his words get to you, keeping your gaze straight in front of you rather than chancing a glance at Sukuna. He was waiting for a reaction and you weren’t going to give him one.
Even if the suggestion paired with his light touch had an odd feeling fluttering in your gut.
“If we’re here for too long we’ll call the ski patrol, dumbass.” You muttered.
“What, don’t want to spend the night getting to know each other better?” He asked with a smirk, gloved fingers brushing almost innocently against your shoulder. It could be seen as nothing more than him stretching, uncomfortable in the small chair, but you knew better.
This wouldn’t be the first time his hands had found their way to you under the guise of an accident. It was as if he liked to see you squirm, enjoying the way that your skin would raise up in goosebumps, your words faltering. You could never understand it, the inexplicable effect that he had on you.
You were pretty sure the feeling was born from hatred, that the strange effect was just the blood boiling in your veins. It was pure revulsion that overcame you at his searing touch. You didn’t like to entertain the idea that it would be anything else.
“No, I don’t.” You said softly, taking a deep breath and trying to settle your nerves. You didn’t want to delve too deep into this topic of conversation, because whenever he’d try to flirt with you like this it would throw you totally off kilter, and you knew that he was only doing it with the intent of cruelty.
Besides, you didn’t want him to get you all tongue tied and admit to something that you didn’t want him to know, like the fact that you’d had more than one dream of him hate-fucking you until you were sobbing.
He definitely didn’t need to know that.
You were barely willing to admit it to yourself.
“I’m freezing my dick off out here.” He mumbled after a few minutes of silence.
“What a nightmare for you.”
“It is.” He paused for a moment, as if assessing the situation before glancing over at you with a shit eating grin. “You should warm it up for me.”
You stared at him incredulously, rage boiling in your chest at the sight of mischief dancing in those red irises. You couldn’t believe that those words had actually come out of his mouth. Sure, he’d made advances on you before, but nothing so concrete.
“Fuck off.”
He pouted, giving you the look that you were sure plenty of unfortunate girls had fallen for. “Come on, be nice to me for once. I bet your hands are nice and warm in those gloves, so just help a guy out and hold it for a bit.”
“I will genuinely push you out of this chair.” You hissed.
He chuckled softly, his arm brushing more firmly against your shoulder as he shuffled in his seat. “Fine, fine. I’m just fuckin’ with you - I bet you wouldn’t know what to do anyway.”
Your brow furrowed at the slight, shooting him a venomous look. What the hell did he know about it? It wasn’t like you were some virgin, you knew plenty about how to please a man and you didn’t like the insinuation that you’d be too clueless for his tastes.
“You probably couldn’t get anywhere near to making me cum, it would be a waste of time.” He added with a dramatic sigh.
To any observer, his words were the most obvious attempt at bait in history. Unfortunately you tended to get tunnel vision when it came to him, rage bubbling beneath the surface at his challenge, your pride thoroughly wounded.
He’d counted on your competitive spirit to get him what he wanted, and you fell for his trap in just the way he intended.
“Obviously I could, don’t piss me off.” You bit.
He shrugged, a lazy grin fixed on his handsome face. “Sure, words don’t mean anything though - you’d have to prove it and we both know you’re not brave enough for that.”
That was the final nail in the coffin, frustration dictating your next sequence of actions. Because if you were thinking clearly you never would’ve done what you did next.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
That shit eating grin remained fixed on his face as you tugged the glove off your right hand, and reached over to him. His red eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise at the feeling of your fingers brushing down his ski jacket, reaching beneath it to tug at the waist of his baggy pants.
It seemed almost like he was expecting you to hesitate more than you did, a quiet gasp falling from his lips at the sensation of your fingers dipping below the waistband, finding their way into the material of his boxers, only faltering as your fingertips caressed the skin of his hardened cock.
That was the moment that some of the fog in your mind cleared, the realisation of what you were doing hitting you like a truck.
But there was a challenge in Sukuna’s eyes that told you it was too late to back down now, that withdrawing your hand would be an admission of defeat, and there was no way that you were about to let him hold your cowardice over your head forever.
“Really? Already this hard? I guess you really do get off on annoying me, huh? Pathetic.” You taunted.
It was meant to be an insult, an attempt to strike him where it hurt. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite impact, with his cock twitching beneath your fingers, red eyes lit up with a thrill of the likes you’d never seen before.
“What can I say?” His tone was low and husky. “You’re hot when you’re mad at me.”
You rolled your eyes, still irritated by the revelation even if you were already aware of it on some level. Sukuna was a hedonist through and through, it checked out that his constant insistence on irritating you had some deeper reasoning. You weren’t sure how you felt at the idea of him getting hard every time you snapped at him.
But you supposed that your hand was currently on his cock, so now wasn’t the time to chastise him for being gross.
“Is that all you’re gonna do, baby?” He asked, red eyes flashing as he met your gaze. Your fingers hadn’t moved yet, too caught up in your own thoughts. “Realised you were in too deep?”
“All you told me to do was hold it.” You replied quickly, reminding him of his words.
“You’re not even doing that.” He said with a laugh. “Go on, wrap that little hand around it if you can. Might be too big for you to hold though.”
You hated how smug he was, but you couldn’t exactly deny his claim. Even without being able to see it, you could feel how large he was as you adjusted your fingers around his girthy shaft. You almost felt relieved that all you were doing was touching him, because the idea of taking something of that size in your pussy or mouth felt immensely intimidating.
That would never happen anyway.
This was just a one time thing, a challenge that you couldn’t turn down. There wouldn’t be anything happening between the two of you after this.
Hand wrapped fully around his cock, you gave it a tentative squeeze, caught off guard by the way that Sukuna groaned, his breath coming out as a puff of smoke in the cold mountain air. It was ironic that having your hand in his boxers was warmer than your gloves had been, considering that this situation had been born out of him complaining he was cold.
It was all just an excuse.
But it wasn’t like you were pulling back either.
You weren’t tentative in your movements as your hand began to move up and down his shaft, gripping with a firmness that demonstrated your experience in this matter. You weren’t about to disappoint him with gentle touches, you were only doing this to prove that he was wrong.
Not that he even really cared about that, too busy throwing his head back, cock twitching desperately with each practiced movement of your fingers, your thumb swiping enticingly over a prominent vein.
“Fuuuck.” He groaned, his voice echoing between the trees. You hoped that the next chairlift inhabitants were far enough away to not hear him breaking the silence on the side of the mountain.
Your gaze was fixed on where your hands disappeared into his ski pants, focusing entirely on the task at hand. You didn’t want to look up at him, to meet that smug expression that always put you on edge. But he didn’t give you much choice, his fingers sweeping under your chin, tilting your face up to face him.
“So fuckin’ sexy, wish you’d stop playing so hard to get.”
Your lips parted in annoyance, about to point out that you weren’t playing hard to get, you simply just didn’t want him in the same way that every other woman seemed to. It wasn’t a game to you, it never had been.
He made the words disappear on your tongue with his free hand moving over to your thigh, squeezing through the fabric of your trousers. His gaze was fixed on you, eyes wide and enticing.
“Been wanting to have you alone for ages, but you’re so good at avoiding me. Wouldn’t it be easier to just admit that you want me?”
You gave his cock a hard squeeze, hard enough to hurt, in an attempt to display your displeasure. You weren’t prepared for the hearty laugh that followed, a sign that he was totally unbothered by your actions. He was probably a masochist, if the way his cock was twitching was anything to go by.
“Lie to yourself all you want, but you’re so desperate to prove yourself, to battle me on everything. That’s not the behaviour of someone who doesn’t care.” His voice was deep, breath warm against your ear as he leant closer to you.
Breath hitching, his fingers found their way beneath your waistband, running tenderly along the cotton of your panties before pushing them aside in favour of your warm pussy. You wished that you weren’t as wet as you were, a reality that you were forced to face as his red eyes lit up in elation.
“Well would you look at that? You really are lying to yourself.”
You swallowed nervously, slick dripping from you at the feeling of his fingers running through your wet folds, thoroughly exploring the area before giving your clit some attention. His fingers pinched deftly at the bundle of nerves, chuckling at the way that you shivered with desire, the chairlift swinging ever so slightly beneath your weight.
“Sooo, what? You spend every day telling yourself that you hate me and then stuff yourself with your fingers at the thought of me each night? Do you scroll through my instagram and mumble about how terrible I am while getting yourself off with a vibrator? I’m genuinely curious.” He purred, fingers moving down to your dripping opening.
“No…” You mumbled with a gulp.
It didn’t sound even remotely convincing.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
A finger pushed into you and a gentle whine fell from your lips, your hand stilling on Sukuna’s cock in surprise. His finger was remarkably thick, pressing into your pussy with clear experience. The heel of his palm pressed up against your clit, applying an immense amount of pressure and leaving you squirming.
The biting cold was quickly forgotten as he efficiently warmed you up, your gut tightening with each flick of his wrist. You didn’t want to admit to the fact that he was doing a good job, that he was fingering you better than any man had before. Of course he was, because he was always the best at everything.
So fucking annoying.
It had you wondering, briefly, what having sex with him for real would be like. You’d heard the rumors, knew that not only was he big, but he knew exactly what to do with it.
“Given up, baby?” He asked, free hand still gripping your chin. Your movements had grown lax, too overwhelmed by the sensation of him pleasuring you that you’d forgotten what this whole thing was about in the first place.
“Of course not.”
You picked up the pace once more, matching your movements with his, getting into an effective rhythm. Your arms were crossing with his, the air silent save for the muted sounds of panting paired with the creaking of the chairlift.
He was twitching erratically in your grip, the way that he was groaning your name was a clear sign of how close he was to orgasm. It hadn’t taken much effort on your part - to think that he’d been taunting you about how you’d be incapable of getting him off - proof of how little he knew.
It wasn’t like you were doing much better though, the coil in your stomach tightening with each pointed thrust of Sukuna’s fingers, barely hanging on thanks to your own pride, the desire not to let go before he did.
“Shit, I’m close.” He rasped.
Focusing all your efforts on gripping him firmly, you were caught off guard as he squeezed your chin, leaning forward and kissing you hard. It was messy and passionate, your head spinning at the sensation of his lips clashing with yours, tongue pressing into your mouth.
Your breath hitched in surprise, unable and unwilling to pull away from something that felt so all-consuming. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours, the interaction oddly romantic when framed against what the two of you were doing right now. It was the inherent affection of the kiss that brought forward your orgasm, the knot in your gut snapping dramatically, pussy clenching around his thick fingers.
You would’ve felt more ashamed if not for the fact that he came at the same time, hot spurts of his cum dripping down over your hand, his cock softening in your grip. He didn’t pull away at that moment though, fingers languidly moving within you for a little longer, tongue exploring your mouth thoroughly.
It was only when the chair lift juddered back into action once more that he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before snapping. You weren’t sure what to make of it all, the world spinning as you stared at him with wide, unsure eyes. He grinned at you, pulling his hand out of your ski pants and bringing his fingers to his mouth with no hesitation, licking your slick off the digits.
There was more hesitation in your actions, pulling your hand away from him and bashfully wiping the cum off on your trousers, hoping that it wouldn’t stain too obviously. Your mind was racing at the realisation of what you’d just done, the sensation of the kiss still replaying in your mind.
He was a frustratingly good kisser.
Silence settled over the two of you as the chairlift continued on its upwards journey. You both kept your hands to yourselves, your gaze fixed pointedly on the forest floor, feeling too embarrassed to meet his gaze after what had just transpired.
He was the first one to speak.
“We’re racing down the black run on the left side of the mountain. If you win I’ll do whatever you want, but if I win we’re fucking the second we get back to the cabin.”
You weren’t sure exactly what it was you’d want from him, because all you could think about in your post orgasm haze was how it would feel to kiss him once more, what it would be like to cum on his cock. Perhaps racing down the mountain would help clear your mind, remind you of your vitriol for the man that had just had his fingers buried inside of you.
Or maybe this time you’d lose on purpose, so that you’d end up getting exactly what you wanted without the humiliation of having to ask for it.
“Deal.”